CHLOE’S POV
The dress arrived at my office just before five p.m., delivered in a sleek black garment bag that came with a delicate silver tag attached to it. I unzipped it carefully, revealing a deep emerald satin gown with an open back and a very modest neckline. It was elegant, but if I had to be honest, it was breathtaking.
There was a small note pinned inside the garment bag: [WEAR THIS. DON’T BE LATE.]
I stared at the note, then at the dress, my thoughts spinning in my head. It was beautiful, almost too beautiful for me. My first instinct was to smile, but it faded away quickly.
Wearing this...being seen in it... walking into a public space with Alex Blackwood in something he had picked for me? That was fuel for every rumour that had already started circling around the office like
